Classical Poetry of Nagano

Even the smallest stones of Chikuma's rushing waters— if your feet have touched them, I would treasure them as gems.

White waves rise and swell on Suwa's distant waters— like my love, now far beyond reach

By the ancient castle walls of Komoro, beneath clouds so white and drifting— a wanderer's heart grows heavy with sorrow.

A phantom lingers here— the old woman weeping alone, her only friend, the moon

The autumn tempest rages— even stones go flying from Mount Asama's fury

Come play with me, little orphan sparrow— I too am alone.

This world of dew is only a world of dew— and yet... and yet...

My hometown— whether I draw near or reach out, nothing but wild roses

However it may be— I leave it all to you, this closing year.

On the Shinano road— when will spring finally come? Just one night's shelter.